A Few Words – “A Wound for Love” – 9/17/2019
“A wound of the heart, is always cured by love. It is a fixation, a focus, this emotion, this feeling, that is determined to heal. And yet, love may only heal the heart.”
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“A wound of the heart, is always cured by love. It is a fixation, a focus, this emotion, this feeling, that is determined to heal. And yet, love may only heal the heart.”
Read MoreI find letters scrawled,Upon your worthless back.You have never been a gift for my liking,A woman, broken,Made for the coins upon a road.You are longing for temptation. Demure, you have become,By the traces of blood on your eyes,Beneath your eyes,A storm comes hanging.The tiredness from my fingers,Knows to withdraw. A lost bird,Soon becomes tranquil,For it […]
Read MoreUnder tresses, dark as night,Have you failed in your endeavor,To lay your hand over a swollen branch?Beauty!Mark this shape for its texture,It has a way to come crawling,It has a way to come inside,To come within, and reach. I lay falsehood upon falsehood,And drown in your rose,Your complexion, of merry vermilion.A face so angelic,That it […]
Read MoreDashed with red lines,Above your feeble lips,Redness has clashed against the almightyOf porcelain chin and nectar saliva.It is the sort that drains,From a serpent tongue. You obeyed a man,With whom you sought after denial,To whom you’ve danced a longing night,Many of them, with which you saw betterment,If for but a while.Am I cherished in your […]
Read MorePlentiful scares,From thy keenly attitude,Set me into eruption,Because, in contrast to a face,One that resembles a magnificent angel,A bird, with one color for its entirety,There is, to your person,The attitude, one akin to a pirate?One akin to a lumberjack?I mark it in place, when I laugh. It boils, and broils,It falters the moon and sears […]
Read More“Where loss encourages the will for survival, a human will each believe that there is more to do, more to gain, and more for the stride. Such is how life functions, in contrast to the forced contentment from death. Or, in love? How does love also evoke the stillness of gratitude?” She is the waltzer […]
Read MoreThe world once breathed,An amorous note.A void now breathes,A place where branches spiral downwards,To one velvet opened mouth. Lay your feet across my palms,And swear to me, in truth,To face the world with that same openness. You see, I once had nothingFor myself.You are my truest accomplishment,On my deserted little island,Of no sun. And now, […]
Read MoreI am something abominable,Am I not?The fool who had wavered himself,From holiest truth.Though, not more will I runFrom thee.From you, from treasured beauty. I run a faucet for you to bathe,And to cleanse all that has pollutedThe corners of your weathered mind. Beloved, come to dine,Upon all of me,There is naught, but the hopeless remnants,Of […]
Read MoreUpon and above nearest curves,To a lane fixated by the smallest of signs,There I see my fate so transfixed,Upon my cruelest endeavor. To take away all that is shown,Under the rails,And in the bowels of that beast,That beast who shows himself,To lack a soul,To lack a spirit,To lack the beauty that may be within reach,So […]
Read MoreI follow your sight,From where you’ve shielded a pair of eyes.A breathy note,Has now encapsulated you,Has made you small,Has made you wanting. I am but the smallest farewell,To an eternity of blue,A dismal song kept farawayTo the oldness of a yesterday.A beautiful memoryThat is doused in searing pain. How your hair has grown!Young one, how […]
Read More“The definition of trust is to never exploit Man’s guilt for his actions, for his doings; because, Man has DONE, over Woman who remarks guilt over what she has NOT DONE.”
Read MoreYellow daffodils,In raining glory from sun’s holy rays,Are there to eclipse the rain,Of truest blue,To spill forth sadness onto my skin,From wherever pain breeds,In a nest, in a heart,In a place where is shelved all that is kept. Of all your beauty,Where plays the music of a throbbing heart,Where comes the torment of a woeful […]
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